Chapter 1

Chase's POV

A few years ago.

"You!!!!!" An old woman covered in cuts and blood screamed at the top of her voice. "Look at all this bloodshed, all for what?" She asked with eyes filled with pain and agony, pointing at the bodies laying lifelessly on the ground.

"You have shed the blood of these innocent people, my people, for nothing. They never did anything to you or your bastard Alpha but you still killed them in cold blood," She added, her voice laced with hatred as she spoke to me. 

I looked at her with eyes void of any emotion. I walked towards her under the heavy pouring rain which was mixing with the blood of the witches who died from our attack. 

Their bodies lay there lifelessly on the floor like designs for a painting. I got to the silver witch and looked at her. Pity flickered in my eyes, but only for a second as it was replaced with the usual cold eyes filled with no form of emotion.

The old witch looked at me, scanning and assessing me from head to toe, disgust written all over her face, "What has he turned you into? Look at you, Chase. A man of great destiny wasted into nothingness," she spat with tears in her eyes but I still didn't say a word. 

''You're mad Chase. MAD! "She shouted at the top of her voice before coughing out blood. 

I was beginning to get bored of her little chat and elongated my claws ready to kill her. With increased speed, I walked over to her and wrapped my hands around her neck, choking her.

”Kill me, Chase, do it. Kill me and become the Alpha of your pack," she coughed before continuing, "For ending the lives of innocent people without any valid reason except your bloodlust, I curse you.” 

I could feel the aura around her changing, the winds began to form an eerie circle around us, but it mattered less to me as she would die soon. 

"For you have separated mates, killed children, captured us into slavery. Chase, you shall be…” Before she could finish her sentence, I plunged my left hand into her body, grabbed her heart, and brought it out immediately. 

She gasped for breath and fell to the floor with a thud after I released her neck. I looked at her with eyes filled with anger and hatred. I looked back at the heart in my palm, squeezed it, and threw it beside her. I turned my back and was about to walk away when I heard her. 

"….mateless till the end of time," she said and breathed her last.

I turned back and looked at her as she said those last words, shed her last tear, and breathed her last.

I looked at her with pity over her poor soul, having no regard for the so-called curse she seemed to place upon me. I changed into my huge wolf and ran off to the rest of my men who were holding the captives.

Present Time, Crescent Moon Pack.

I sat down in my office staring at the files in front of me. 

"Come in,” I replied as I heard a knock on the door which disturbed my thoughts. 

"Good day Alpha,” Simon, my beta and the right-hand man said with his head low. 

”The young captives are ready. It's time for the selection. Should we proceed or….” he asked and I cut him short. 

“I'll be there shortly,” I said to him and he walked out.

Every two years, after the great war, a crucial process called "The Selection" takes place. It involves identifying and classifying the prisoners of war based on their abilities and skills.

Those who possess the physical and mental strength required for combat will be trained as formidable warriors. The young women will either be offered as consorts for the deserving or assigned to perform various tasks to support the pack, while the young men will have the opportunity to learn skills that will serve the pack in the future.

I got up from my table and walked towards the arena where the selection will take place. I wore a long-sleeved black shirt with the top buttons open and pants, then I walked graciously to the arena. 

As I stepped into the arena, it became so silent. I could hear everyone's breathing and even the slightest movement. They all stood up and bowed as a sign of respect to their Alpha. I walked to my seat and signaled for them to proceed. 

Excitement filled the air as the highly anticipated selection commenced. Five hundred captives stood before their pack leaders, awaiting their fate. With a command, they were ordered to transform into their wolf form, a breathtaking display of strength and power.

After a rigorous assessment of their confidence, strength, aggressiveness, discipline, agility, bravery, and other essential qualities, 300 captives successfully advanced to the next stage. It was a remarkable achievement, but they still needed more training to become elite warriors of the pack.

Meanwhile, the remaining 200 captives were assessed for their skills in various tasks by the Beta and Gamma, who were entrusted with such matters. Although it was not of much interest to me, The Alpha, as my focus was solely on the warriors' selection.

As the selection came to a close, my attention was captured by a lone figure, dressed in rags and pushed to the back of the line by her peers. My, usually as cold as ice, stirred for a moment as I observed the tiny frame, and then reverted to its usual stony state.

"Who's she?" I asked with my eyes fixated on her. 

Without hesitation, the Beta and Gamma recognized the intensity in my gaze and immediately shifted their attention to where my eyes were fixed. None dared to pose any foolish questions, for they knew better than to interrupt my focus.

"Alpha, she is the daughter of Mira," Simon paused to look at me for any reaction on whether to proceed or not. 

"Continue," I said with my eyes still fixed on the little girl in the open field. 

”Mira lost her mate during the fight with the Blood Moon pack a few years ago. She died six years ago leaving her daughter behind. It is rumored that her daughter is a halfling as she has not turned into her wolf yet or is showing any signs of changing," Simon narrated and I dismissed him.

For the first time in years, I found myself sitting patiently, watching the selection process unfold before me. There was something about a particular girl that had piqued my curiosity, though I knew deep down that I would never see her again.

As the selection drew to a close, each captive was assigned their respective tasks. My mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of the girl, but I knew that I had to leave immediately to attend a business meeting in the human world.

As wolves, we always kept our identities a secret, and so we mingled with the mundane while keeping our true natures concealed. It was a delicate balancing act, but it was necessary to maintain the delicate balance between our worlds.

"Simon," I called out in mind-link, "Send those girls to me later," I ordered and he knew who I was referring to.

As soon as I stepped into my room, my eyes fell upon a stunning woman with milky white skin and long, blonde, wavy hair. She was dressed in revealing red lingerie and was sitting seductively on my bed.

As soon as she noticed me, she got up and started walking towards me, swaying her hips like a seductress.

"Oh, my dear Chase, how I've missed you," she purred, placing her hands on my bare chest and tracing patterns with her fingertips.

"You're late, what happened?" she asked, her voice dripping with desire.

"I have a meeting. We'll do this some other time," I replied, removing her hands from my chest.

"So your meeting with those wretched creatures is more important than spending quality time with me?" she exclaimed, her voice rising.

"Feina!" I snapped, grabbing her by the neck and pushing her against the wall with incredible speed. "You might be my fiance and mate, but never talk to me like that! I am your Alpha."

I could feel her trembling with fear as she looked into my eyes, searching for something she couldn't find. My eyes were dark and void like the abyss.

After a moment, I released my grip on her, and she started panting, trying to catch her breath. Her neck was red from the pressure I had applied while holding her.

"Get that sorted out," I told her, referring to her neck. "I'll see you later," I said coldly before turning and walking out of the room.

"Get me some formal clothes and prepare for the meeting," I mind-linked Simon as I made my way to the car. It was time to leave and attend to my responsibilities as the Alpha.